Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Niger and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Tres Demented to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Althea and Donna,
Bad Manners,
Aaron Thompson,
Main Source,
June of 44,
Funky Four + One,
the Germs,
The Fuzztones,
X-101,
The New Christs,
The Blues Magoos,
Vladislav Delay,
Guru Guru,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Sound Behaviour,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Fluxion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fugazi,
Rosa Yemen,
Pere Ubu,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grey Daturas,
Idris Muhammad,
The Five Americans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Michelle Simonal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cal Tjader,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nils Olav,
Pussy Galore,
Curtis Mayfield,
Prince Buster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy Collins,
Procol Harum,
Thompson Twins,
Moby Grape,
Crash Course in Science,
Hashim,
L. Decosne,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul II Soul,
Albert Ayler,
Cluster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
Faraquet,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.